jardan

Joined May 2025

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The Pages of Yesterday
Leo never liked the school library. It was dusty, silent, and full of books he never wanted to read. But one rainy afternoon, hiding from bullies, he pushed open the heavy library door and stepped into the quiet room.
By jardan8 months ago in History
Dream shift
Every time Elara closed her eyes, she traveled. Not like ordinary dreamers — floating through fractured memories or surreal landscapes. No. When Elara dreamed, she arrived in another time.
By jardan8 months ago in History
The Forgotten Island
The storm hit harder than anyone expected. Jake, Mira, and Daniel had planned the sailing trip for months. It was supposed to be a quick weekend getaway—sun, sea, and sand. But when the dark clouds rolled in, and the waves rose like monsters, their small boat didn’t stand a chance.
By jardan8 months ago in History
Friends You Don’t Remember. AI-Generated.
The hospital ceiling was white. Blindingly white. Lena blinked hard, her head pulsing in time with the beeping machines. She remembered the crash—flashes of glass, metal, a scream—but the rest was a blank canvas.
By jardan8 months ago in History
The Memory Thief
The market smelled of boiled roots, rusting metal, and desperation. In the heart of the memory district, vendors hawked bottled recollections: First Kiss, Child’s Laughter, Victory on Graduation Day—each sealed in delicate glass vials that shimmered with ghostly light. Buyers wandered with glazed eyes, ready to trade away pain for a moment of warmth, or relive joy for a price.
By jardan8 months ago in History
More Than Meets the Eye. AI-Generated.
Emily had always been the new kid at school. Every time her family moved, she faced the same challenge—walking into a room full of strangers and hoping someone would notice her.
By jardan8 months ago in History
Cry over spilled milk
Jason stood behind the counter of his tiny coffee shop, Java Junction, wiping the same spot on the counter for the fifth time. The smell of roasted beans filled the air, but the morning rush had passed, and silence settled over the shop like a heavy fog.
By jardan8 months ago in History
Finding My Voice
A Journey from Silence to Spotlight I used to believe that silence was safer than sound. In silence, there were no expectations, no mistakes, no judgment. I lived most of my life in the quiet corners of classrooms, hallways, and lunch tables—close enough to hear the noise of others but distant enough not to be part of it.
By jardan9 months ago in 01
The Last Lightkeeper
The old lighthouse had stood for more than a century on the jagged cliffs of Blackrock Bay. Wind howled through its battered frame, and waves smashed against the rocks below. Most modern ships used GPS now, but still, the light remained—a flickering signal of hope in the darkness.
By jardan9 months ago in History